Sleeping on air

I'm tired and even more tired of hearing my husband complain about how tired he is. My little miss still doesn't sleep through the night. It's a pattern I'm nurturing quite nicely. She goes to sleep initially pretty well, but usually wakes up around midnight and since I've never allowed her to learn how to fall asleep on her own, she cries and I bring her into bed with us. That's not enough, though and I figure after all those hours of sleep, she must be hungry, so I've got a bottle waiting bedside for her. While she's sucking that down we both fall back to sleep. All the while her father is snoring comfortably on the other side of the bed. Some nights I'll put her back in her crib just long enough for me to almost fall back to sleep and the process begins again- she cries, I bring her into bed, she drinks more milk. I usually end up having to get up during the night to fill another bottle because she'll be hungry again when she wakes after this next stretch of sleep.
I can't bring myself to let her cry it out, especially when I'm only 3 feet away from her- how cruel would that be? The pediatrician backed me up on this one- it's really not an effective method of training if you're in view of your screaming baby. Plus, I still stand by the whole, if they're crying they must need something and usually it's just me she needs- why would I want to deprive her of that? Maybe because she's depriving me of sleep. I don't know. Being a working mom sucks and totally plays me into a guilt ridden corner. She is so going to get anything and everything she wants based on the fact that I love her and feel like I'm failing her because I'm paying someone else to raise her.
So, while I'm awake, feeling all guilty, laying uncomfortably on one side so the baby has plenty of room to kick me in the back, face, torso or wherever her tiny little feet land, my husband is sleeping. I know he's not sleeping as soundly as he would if we didn't have a 14 month old in bed with us, but he's rolled away from the whole situation- he's got his back to his daughter while I've taken on the burden of making sure she doesn't roll off the bed. Granted, it's a burden I've taken on myself, but a burden none the less.
Added to this burden is the complaints about how tired my husband is every morning. "I slept like crap again last night" (can you believe it?) So, in an effort to temporarily ease all of our sleeping issues (and to shut my husband up) my daughter and I have spent the last 2 nights sleeping in the living room on an aero bed. To my husband's defense, it was my idea and I'm really enjoying it. I've got so much more room. I push the bed up against the wall so I don't have to worry about little miss falling off the bed and she's got tons of room to kick all she wants. I know it's not a permanent solution and Ferber himself would bust a nut, but sleep deprivation equals desperation and folks, these are desperate times!

I hope no one's looking!

I'm not sure how I agreed to this, but it's happening, in less than 24 hours and there's nothing I can do now to stop it, lest I want to deprive my kid from a 1/2 hour of fun with her mom- that is if her mom can get over the fact that no one really gives a shit about how nasty she thinks she looks in a swim suit.
My husband has been taking little miss to swimming lessons for the last several Saturdays. Well, this Saturday he can't and I've been delegated to the duty/humiliation and since these lessons are paid for in full, not pay as you go, I'm destined to go, regardless of how much I think my pride and/or dignity may or may not be worth (certainly more than the cost of this swim lesson).
So, I'm going to suck it up (and suck it in) and take my little girl swimming. I know she'll love that I'm actually in the pool with her rather than on the sidelines hiding from her view. I just wish I hadn't eaten that extra helping of take out last night or that I'd passed on birthday cake at work last week and maybe taken the stairs instead of the elevator, etc, etc...

Blech

Poor little miss. This morning when I was dropping her off at xianferns, she started to cough. As she continued to cough, she came over to me with her arms outstretched to pick her up. Just as I reach down to pick her up, she spits up a little (right onto my sister's carpet), I pick her up and she continues to hurl- huge coagulated chunks of whole milk. It kept coming and coming. I had my hand cupped under her mouth in an attempt to catch it and save my sister's carpet and ran for the kitchen. She finally stops and when all is said and done, we're both covered in puke. I'm 10 minutes from punching into work and I've got chunks clinging to my pants. As soon as she stops puking, she's back to her bubbly, cheerful self. My sister gets her a cracker and she goes about her day with her cousins... Unlike my little miss, I did not have an extra set of clothes in my diaper bag so I had to get some from my sister. She was nice enough to give me some hand me downs she'd just gotten from a good friend of ours, so I'm at work now, not wearing my own clothes and though I've washed my hands 5 times, I can still smell puke..